「The next day.」
The sky was just beginning to brighten, and a light mist still lingered in the mountain forests of Lingxi Peak.
The sporadic chirping of insects and calls of birds broke the morning silence.
Yang Jing's eyes opened right on time. A good night's sleep had left him feeling refreshed, and the Inner Qi within his body had grown even more condensed.
He rolled out of bed and bent down to pull a wooden box from underneath.
Opening it, he found a pair of brand-new cloth shoes lying quietly inside.
The uppers were made of coarse, grayish-blue cloth, and the densely stitched soles revealed delicate needlework.
Senior Sister Ning Xiang had personally sewn and gifted these shoes to him.
After the last Cyan Qilin Battle, Senior Sister Ning Xiang had noticed the soles of his old shoes were worn through. She had secretly measured his size and stayed up for several nights to finish them.
